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Tuesday, September 5th, 2006
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10:08 pm
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The Rules: First, write down the names of 12 characters. Then read and answer the questions. You can't look at the questions (or click on the cut) until you write down the 12 characters you're going to use.
1. The Master (Doctor Who)
2. Javert (Les Miserables)
3. Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribean)
4. Grantaire (Les Miserables)
5. Marge Simpson (The Simpsons)
6. Hamlet (Hamlet)
7. Hercule Poirot (Murder on the Orient Express – for the sake of argument)
8. Livia (I, Claudius)
9. Severus Snape (Harry Potter)
10. Ginger (Black Beauty)
11. Arnold Rimmer (Red Dwarf)
12. Romana (Doctor Who)
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| Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
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9:12 pm - A matter of perspective
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In any given year, fewer than a humdred people are bitten by sharks, whereas over a those people are bitten by other people in New York City.
Very interesting indeed.
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| Sunday, July 30th, 2006
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5:53 pm - Meme
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If you read this, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a completely made up and fictional memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - it just has to be fake.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your LJ and be surprised (or mortified) about what people don't actually remember about you.
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| Sunday, July 23rd, 2006
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1:33 am
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What Literary Archetype Are You?
You are the Adept! A.K.A. The Mad Scientist:You have an overwhelming desire that is impossible to achieve by normal means, so youve resorted to the abnormal. You are using forbidden knowledge and taking dangerous risks to reach your goal. Great risks gain great rewards, but remember that everything has its price. Examples would be Dr. Faust or prettymuch any character from Lovecrafts works.
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| Saturday, July 8th, 2006
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8:06 pm - Pirates of the Caribean: Dead Man's Chest
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Worth it for the last two minutes!!!
Will now spend next year in horrible state of over-excited anticipation
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| Tuesday, July 4th, 2006
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9:19 pm - Let this be a lesson to you all
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Never have a one nite stand with someone in your office, it can only end in, if not tears, then at least major, major embarassment
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| Sunday, June 25th, 2006
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10:34 pm
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I have resolved to stop wasting my Sundays - no more laying abed at three in the aftern oon for me!!!
Who am I trying to kid?!
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| Saturday, June 24th, 2006
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10:30 pm
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For some reason yesterday I took it upon myself to actually speak to the preacher folk on Oxford Street rather than just giving them evils and sniggering, as is my wont. Came to the conclusion that the only one who shouldn't have immediately been forced into a straightjacket and bundled into the back of an ambulance was the 'understanding Islam' man. Although I'm possibly biased since he was the only one who didn'y inform me that I would burn in the fiery pit throughout eternity. Although that mat only be because Islam doesn't have a fiery pit . . . *wished she'd paid attention in RE*
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| Friday, June 23rd, 2006
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7:06 pm - WTF
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I came home from work today to find that my mother has made a cake for our prriest, a little white jesus cake with a little white moulded icing cross. I ask you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, What the Fuck?
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| Thursday, June 22nd, 2006
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7:04 pm
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"though I'm spiteful enough, I could never learn to be as spiteful as all that, so how can I be a critic and write the best English prose of my time?"
Orlando, Virginia Woolf
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| Wednesday, June 21st, 2006
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6:58 pm
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My new job is ridiculous. Today they have paid me to sit on my arse, illegally copy a dvd and eat a donut. On Monday they will pay me to sit on my arse waiting for BT for 4 hours.
The two decent things - so far - that I have found are: 1) It's in the film industry, although I spend more time irrevocably shafting the accounts package than actually doing anything creative
2) I'm in a francophone environment. That is to say, my two bosses use French to have pointedly 'private' conversations, despite the fact that I speak almost fluent French and, bizarrely, also despite the fact that THEY KNOW THAT I SPEAK ALMOST FLUENT FRENCH!!!
WTF?
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| Tuesday, June 20th, 2006
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8:08 pm - Our Lady of the Drowned
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Lieutenant: Let us pray for my mother! Pray! You all know how to pray, don't you?
First Neighbour: Yes
Second Neighbour: And those that don't can fake it!
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| Monday, June 19th, 2006
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10:51 pm - An Embarassment of Riches
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Today I visited my new boss's house for the first time to deliver a contract. I had known that he was rich - living in that part of Notting Hill, how could he not be rich? - but there are some things that take one by surprise.
I could have lived in his siting room, by which I mean I could have built a partion wall to hide a bathroom, fitted a small kitchen around the armchairs and put my bed up on the balustrade where the books where kept. It wasn't simply a case of their house being bigger than out house, more than the floor area of the Aynsley residence is bigger than the small menage at Trent Park Equestrian Centre. I have cantered and Jumped a horse in an area not much wider than their kitchen
And I tried so desperately not to be impressed - God knows that little enough impresses me - or even interested, but I couldn't quite stop my mind whirling as I sat there in that cavernous drawing room, with the heel off one of my shoes, chatting to Angus' wife 9her name is Miel - isn't that just darling, dahliung?) and the whole bloody thing embarassed me. Not because I was wearing unkempt shoes or because I could have popped Jester over their sofa at a brisk canter with room to spare, but because the whole thing was obscene - I mean, who needs that much space, and how many other things could be done with it? - and I knew it was obscene and I was embarrassed for them, and yet . . . And yet, I envied them, I wanted to know what it was to be that rich, that removed from reality, to be able to get lost in my own kitchen, and that made me all the more embarrassed.
And, thank God, thank God, when I got home I was actually relieved to be in a room that was the size of a ROOM, and so sit in bed and eat cheap biscuits out of the packet
For now
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| Wednesday, June 14th, 2006
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10:21 pm
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Went out for dinner and there were these two women at the next table very loadly swapping extremelt gory childbirth tales - why, just why???
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| Saturday, June 3rd, 2006
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2:46 pm - Cannes Rant of Doom
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So much to say, so little incentive to say it all coherently. I fear I may have to resort to numbered points somewhere in the post. In summary, however, it was a very strange experience, sometimes - although I feel terrible admitting it - not even a pleasent one.
1) The Celebritites: Because this is what everybody wants to hear about. I served Faye Dunaway in the VIP restaurant. I stood a centimetre away from Oliver Stone and the cast of Platoon, but chickens out on talking to tham at the last moment (probably a good thing, as all I would have said was,"Fuck guys. Thanks for that!"). Them, on my last night, having a peaceful drink at the Majestic, I ran into Penelope Cruz and Pedro Almodovar - ain't that a kick in the head!!
On a side note, people who star fuck, ask silly questions and hang around outside premiers anoy me unbelievably. Just why?!?
2)The Movies: Platoon on the big screen - woo hoo!!!! Pan's labyrinth - an absolute must see, I loved it even though I was sitting too far back to read the subtitles. And if you want a good laugh, see Borat
3) Cannes itself: Is a horrible city, the people are rude and the festival is surreal - quite the most bizarre experience I've ever had - like an entire town has been turned into a private party (well, so long as you have a festival pass). It's overpriced and snotty, but you do also get to sit on a mediterranean beach and watch movies at night, which is priceless in itself.
However, most of the rest of my experience is not so muchto do with the ferstival and France, but with America, the Americans, my feeling towards them, and the little bit of growing up I did while I was there.
In The Next Exciting Installment: THE AMERICANS - crushes on Iraq vets, mean girls, cultural misunderstandings, and that all important language barrier
BTW - I mat, however, have got a job out of my exploits - will know for sure by end of next week!
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| Friday, June 2nd, 2006
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8:20 pm
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Well, I'm alive. Despite doing the entire Cannes festival circuit on minimal sleep and maximal alcohol, I'm alive.
However, I am starting to wonder: Is the fact that I find the Texan accent attractive cause for concern about my mental health?
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| Wednesday, May 10th, 2006
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9:44 pm - I stole it from shenth
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1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.
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| Saturday, May 6th, 2006
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3:15 am - On the misuse of time machines
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Charlotte and I were extremely bored at work tonight and started discussing what we would do if we had access to time trsvel. At first we came up with the very worthy idea of sabbaticals in time. Instead of having a gap year in Thailand or a study year in Spain, one could spend six months in the 20s or a reasearch year in Renaissence Italy.
Then we realised this was far to goody goody and not what we would do at all. Time travel, for us, would have three basic purposes:
1) Past decades clubbing - the rave scene of the 90s, stdio 54 and the roaring 20s, all at the flip of a switch. What more intoxicating?
2) Vintage shopping, direct from source
3) attempts to seduce dishy deadies such as Anthony Ainley and James Mason
feeling slightly shallow now!
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| Monday, April 24th, 2006
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5:53 pm - Bah!
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Went to my local library to see if they had any of the old target novelisations that I used to read when I was a kid. Not one! They've either given them away or thrown them out!
Only wish I'd stolen them when I had the chance!
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| Sunday, April 23rd, 2006
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2:59 am - Nugger it
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One of my regular punters at the pub asked me whenn I was planning to get married. "No time soon," I snapped back, "since Anthony Ainley is dead and Johnny Depp is already married! Why?"
2Because I thought it would be nice for you to be married."
Gee thanks, Mr. Courteney (because naming and shaming is the appropriate response, I feel) nice to know I do indeed look sad and desperate1
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